Australian trade minister expresses confidence in Sino-Austra

CANBERRA – Australian Minister for Trade, Tourism and Investment Simon Birmingham has said he has confidence tha

t the relationship between Australia and China will continue to prosper in 2019 in his Chinese New Year Message.

In a statement confirmed by the Australian embassy in China on Friday, Birmingham e

xtended his “best wishes of health, happiness, success and prosperity to everyone who is celebrating the Lunar New Year”.

“With over 1.2 million people of Chinese heritage living in Australia, it is a s

pecial time for many communities and families across our nation,” he said.

“As the Australian Minister for Trade, I am very aware of the strong economic re

lationship between our two nations. China is Australia’s largest trading partn

er and both our countries continue to reap the benefits of the landmark China-Australia Free Trade Agreement,” he said.

Birmingham saw “this strong trade and investment relationship in

action” when he visited Shanghai last November for the China International Import Expo.

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What is the situation when the Palace Museum finds opera folds

At 1:30 p.m. on the 9th day, two pieces of Qing Palace Spring Festival

opera folds were found in front of the south wall of Yangxin Palace by

the staff of Beijing Guowen Wan Garden Ancient Construction Co., Ltd. of the Palace Museum Engineering Management Office and Yangxin Palace Renovation Construction Unit.

Since the research protection project of Yangxindian entered the stage of renovation and implementation in September, 2018, the Engineering Management Office

immediately started the work of protection of cultural relics in Yangxindian area, on-site deep investigation and s

caffolding erection for renovation. On the afternoon of Jan. 9, repairing craftsmen found thin rolled paper stacking betw

een the air permeability and the space between the roots of the pillars while cleaning out the air permeability of brick carvings and exploring the decay of the roots of the pillars.

After the staff took out the paper, they found that its texture was soft, its color was yellowish, and its handwriting was basically clear. In its first joint book, the words “Qianlong Bu

ilding Office on November 19, 24″ and “Chonghua Palace Undertaking” were written. The first line o

f the voucher was marked “Dec. 30” and “Rising the Level to Remove the Year, Welcoming the Year

of Happy Birthday, Looking at the State and going to Shan

ghai…”. Wait for 19 repertoire lists and performers lists. After investigation, the title of the two operas is the same, and the commentary

column of the performers is slightly different. After checking, the researcher confirmed that the item should be presented as a New Year’s Eve 30 drama p

rogram list by the founding Office of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty in the 24th year of the reign of Emperor Qianlong.

After the discovery of the play, the Engineering Management Office quickly reported to the hospital leadership, and informed the relevant departments to go to record and identify

. According to palace opera researchers, there are no such forms of repertoire in the existing cultural relics of the Palace Museum. This discovery will be helpful to the in-depth study of palace opera and Qing Dynasty Festival ]

culture. The cultural relics have been handed over to the Palace Museum Statutes and Regulatio

ns Section for safekeeping, and will be displayed to the public at an appropriate time after the completion of the restoration study.

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patriarch, a lanky, hulking beast of 550 pounds,

patriarch, a lanky, hulking beast of 550 pounds,had been detained. As soon as we stepped in, he loped up tothe bars of his cage and set off a full-throated snarl, ears

 

flatagainst his skull and round eyes fixed on Babu. The soundwas so loud and fierce it seemed to shake the whole cathouse. My knees started quaking. I got close to

 

Father seemed to pause and steadyhimself. Only Babu was indifferent

to the outburst and to thesearing stare that bored into him like a drill. He had a testedtrust in iron bars. Mahisha started

pacing to and fro againstthe limits

of his cage.
Father turned to us. “What animal is this?” he bellowedabove Mahisha’s

snarling.
“It’s a tiger,” Ravi and I answered in unison, obedientlypointing out the blindingly obvious.

“Are tigers dangerous?””Yes, Father, tigers are dangerous.””Tigers are very dangerous,” Father shouted. “I want you

tounderstand that you are never – under any circumstances –to touch a tiger, to pet

a tiger, to put your hands through thebars of a cage, even to get close to a cage. Is that clear?

Nothing, thought Jon Snow, the same as me.

Halfway up the winding steps, he came upon Samwell Tarly, headed down. “Are you coming from the king?” Jon asked him.

“Maester Aemon sent me with a letter.”

“I see.” Some lords trusted their maesters to read their letters and convey the contents, but Stannis insisted on breaking the seals himself. “How did Stannis take it?”

“Not happily, by his face.” Sam dropped his voice to a whisper. “I am not supposed to speak of it.”

“Then don’t.” Jon wondered which of his father’s bannermen had refused King Stannis homage this time. He was quick enough to spread the word when Karhold

declared for him. 

How are you and

your longbow

getting on?”

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stealing a cobra. He was a snake charmerwhose

stealing a cobra. He was a snake charmerwhose own snake had died. Both were saved: the cobra froma life of servitude and bad music, and the man from apossible death bite. We had to deal on occasion with stonethrowers,

who found the animals too placid and wanted areaction. And we had the lady whose sari was caught by alion. She spun like a yo-yo, choosing mortal

embarrassmentover mortal end. The thing was, it wasn’t even an accident.
She had leaned over, thrust her hand in the cage and wavedthe end of her sari in the lion’s face, with what intent wenever figured out. She was not injured;

there were manyfascinated men who came to her assistance. Her flusteredexplanation to Father was, “Whoever heard of a lion eating acotton

sari? I thought lions were carnivores.” Our worsttroublemakers were the visitors who gave food to the animals.

Despite our vigilance, Dr. Atal, the zoo veterinarian, co

uld tellby the number of animals with digestive disturbances which hadbeen the busy days at the zoo. He called “tidbit-itis” the casesof enteritis or gastritis due to too many carbohydrates,especially sugar. Sometimes we wished

people had stuck tosweets. People have a notion that animals can eat anythingwithout the least consequence to their health. Not so. One ofour

sloth bears became seriously ill with severe hemorrhagicenteritis after being given fish that had gone putrid by , a manwho was convinced he was doing a good deed.

Jon’s cloak hung on a peg by the door, his sword belt on another. He donned them both and made his way to the armory. The rug where Ghost slept was

empty, he saw. Two guardsmen stood inside the doors, clad in black cloaks and iron halfhelms, spears in their hands. “Will m’lord be wanting a tail?” asked Garse.

“I think I can find the King’s Tower by myself.” Jon hated having guards trailing after him everywhere he went. It made him feel

 

like a mother

duck leadinga

procession

of ducklings.

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It is reported that the female teacher, Zhang Shuhong

BEIJING, Dec. 28 – Dec. 26, a picture of a female teacher kneeling on a lecture

stool to give lectures to students was forwarded in the circle of friends, and netizens praised the professionalism of the teacher’s adherence to the lecture

platform. It is reported that the female teacher, Zhang Shuhong, is an English teacher of the third experimental primary school in Ningling County. Because

of the soft tissue injury of her right foot, she can’t stand for long on the platform, but she also catches up with the children at the end of the day. She

is afraid of delaying the children’s class. So she decided to kneel down to give the children a lesson, and this kneeling is one month.

According to Dahe Daily News, it can be seen from the pictures that Ms. Zhang Shuhong was standing on the desk with one hand, explaining with one hand,

while kneeling on the bench. Zhang Shuhong said that her legs would soon be numb because she needed to kneel for a long time in class, but she did not

want to interrupt the enthusiasm of the children because she was very committed to the class, so she relied on her kneeling feet to alleviate her discomfort and maintain the continuity of the class.

It is reported that Zhang Shuhong, 42 years old, suffered from cervical spondylotic myelopathy in her early years. Although she had undergone

surgery, her lower body nerves were damaged, her legs were inconvenient to walk, and her feet twisted accidentally. Zhang Shuhong felt that she was in

the key period of the exam. So Zhang Shuhong felt that she could not drop the chain for the children. So she decided to stick to it until the children were sent

to the examination room. In this way, Zhang Shuhong did not miss a lesson. Even though she stood on the platform very hard, the students persuaded her

to go home and rest three or five times, she refused to, and she just

accompanied the children down this difficult journey. In the meantime, teachers and children because of understanding Zhang Shuhong’s difficulties,

as long as they see her up and down the stairs, they are fighting to help her. Every time before class, the students also scramble to get her books and bags. At noon, the students will help her to cook. In this regard, Zhang Shuhong

lesson. After the examination, the leader let her rest at home, but thinking that the students will soon face the final review, Zhang Shuhong was not at

ease, so she could not stay at home, and returned to school in less than a week.

In this regard, some netizens said that “this is a model for teachers, worthy of respect”; others said,

ihope this teacher will recover soon,

good people have good rewards,

her students can get good grades,

is the greatest reward for teachers.”

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20 But if Mrs. Pollzoff was doing anything forbidden by the

20 But if Mrs. Pollzoff was doing anything forbidden by the laws of the

United States, she gave no sign of it during the hours which followed.

Her glasses swept the water as they had every other day, and if she

 

noticed the ships, large or small, plowing through them, she was

remarkably successful in keeping the fact to herself. Except for her

usual directions regarding the course they were to follow, she said

 

nothing more; and at noon she signified her desire to return to land.

She requested that they come down on the southern part of New

Jersey, but here she merely led the way to a restaurant

 

where she ordered lunch for both of them.

Seated across from her, Roberta noted that she might be about

thirty-five years old, and her mouth, which was rather large, was

 

set firmly, like a mask. Without consulting her companion, she

ordered an excellent meal, and after the first course was set before

them, her face relaxed somewhat, as if she

 

suddenly realized her duties as a hostess.

saidMamaji. “The water, having crossed all of Paris, came in foulenough.

Then people at the pool made it utterly disgusting.” Inconspiratorial

 

whispers, with shocking details to back up hisclaim, he assured us that

the French had very low standardsof personal hygiene. “Deligny was

bad enough. Bain Royal,another latrine on the Seine, was worse. At

 

least at Delignythey scooped out the dead fish.” Nevertheless, an

Olympic poolis an Olympic pool, touched by immortal glory. Though it

That is how I got my name when I entered this world, alast, welcome

addition to my family, three years after Ravi:

Piscine Molitor Patel.

“You are an excellent pilot, Miss Langwell,” she remarked. There was a musical quality

to her voice, as if she might sing a21 good contralto, and when her

eyes softened it gave her features an expression of real charm.

 

wasa cesspool,

Mamaji spoke of

Deligny with

a fond smile.

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“You are not so fed up on Mrs. Pollzoff that you want to

“You are not so fed up on Mrs. Pollzoff that you want to

get away from us all, are you?” he demanded.

“No, of course not, but I was wondering what his plan was

and what happened to it, if anything,” Roberta answered.

 

“Glad to hear you do not want to leave. Gosh, to lose our only

girl sky-pilot would be—unthinkable; but, come to think of it, Howe

came to the house to see Dad one day last week, perhaps they are

getting it fixed up for you to take on the job. I heard the Old Man

 

say the Federal representative would be at the office today, so

perhaps you’ll get some information. Here we are.” They reached

the plane and Roberta climbed into the seat beside the pilot’s,

 

adjusted straps and parachute, while the young man gave his

machine15 a thorough looking-over then took his own place.

 

I still smart a little at the slight. When you’ve suffered agreat deal in

life, each additional pain is both unbearable andtrifling. My life is like

 

a memento mori painting from Europeanart: there is always a grinning

skull at my side to remind meof the folly of human ambition. I mock

this skull. I look at itand I say, “You’ve got the wrong fellow. You may

not believein life, but I don’t believe in death. Move on!”

 

The skullsnickers and moves ever closer, but that doesn’t surprise me.
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biologicalnecessity – it’s envy.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen inlove with it, a jealous,

 

possessive love that grabs at what it can.
But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two ofno importance,

and gloom is but the passing shadow of acloud. The pink boy also got the

nod from the RhodesScholarship committee. I love him and I hope his time

 

atOxford was a rich experience. If Lakshmi, goddess of

wealth,one day favours me bountifully, Oxford is

 

fifth on the list

ofcities I would like

to visit before

I pass on, after

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God?””Yes.””That’s a tall order.””Not so tall that you can’t reach.”

God?””Yes.””That’s a tall order.””Not so tall that you can’t reach.”My waiter appeared.

I hesitated for a moment. I orderedtwo coffees. We introduced ourselves.

His name was FrancisAdirubasamy. “Please tell me your story,” I said.

“You must pay proper attention,” he replied.
“I will.” I brought out pen and notepad.
“Tell me, have you been to the botanical garden?” heasked.

“I went yesterday.””Didyou notice the toy train tracks?””Yes, I did.””A train

still runs on Sundays for the amusement of thechildren. But it used to run

twice an hour every day. Didyou take note of the names of the stations?””One

 

is called Roseville. It’s right next to the rosegarden.””That’s right. And the

other?””I don’t remember.””The sign was taken down. The other station was

oncecalled Zootown. The toy train had two stops: Roseville andZootown.

 

Once upon a time there was a zoo in thePondicherry Botanical Garden.”He

went on. I took notes, the elements of the story. “Youmust talk to him,”

he said, of the main character. “I knewhim very, very well. He’s a grown man now.

 

So upon his return to Apple he made killing the Macintosh clones a priority.

When a new version of the Mac operating system shipped in July 1997,

weeks after he had helped oust Amelio, Jobs did not allow the clone makers

 

to upgrade to it. The head of Power Computing, Stephen “King” Kahng,

organized pro-cloning protests when Jobs appeared at Boston Macworld that

August and publicly warned that the Macintosh OS would die if Jobs declined

to keep licensing it out. “If the platform goes closed, it is over,”

 

Kahng said. “

Total destruction.

Closed is the

kiss of death.”

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Here’s to the Crazy OnesLee Clow, the creative director at

Here’s to the Crazy OnesLee Clow, the creative director at Chiat/Day

who had done the great “1984” ad for the launch of the Macintosh, was

driving in Los Angeles in early July 1997 when his car phone rang.

 

It was Jobs. “Hi, Lee, this is Steve,” he said. “Guess what? Amelio just

resigned. Can you come up here?”

Apple was going through a review to select a new agency, and Jobs was

not impressed by what he had seen. So he wanted Clow and his firm, by

 

then called TBWAChiatDay, to compete for the business. “We have to

prove that Apple is still alive,” Jobs said, “and that it still

stands for something special.”

 

Clow said that he didn’t pitch for accounts. “You know our work,” he said.

But Jobs begged him. It would be hard to reject all the others that were

making pitches, including BBDO and Arnold Worldwide, and bring back

 

“an old crony,” as Jobs put it. Clow agreed to fly up to Cupertino with

something they could show. Recounting the scene years later, Jobs started to cry.

This chokes me up, this really chokes me up. It was so clear that Lee loved

 

Apple so much. Here was the best guy in advertising. And he hadn’t pitched

in ten years. Yet here he was, and he was pitching his heart out, because he

loved Apple as much as we did. He and his team had come up with this

 

brilliant idea, “Think Different.” And it was ten times better than anything

the other agencies showed. It choked me up, and it still makes me cry to

think about it, both the fact that Lee cared so much and also how brilliant his

 

“Think Different” idea was. Every once in a while, I find myself in the presence

of purity—purity of spirit and love—and I always cry. It always just reaches in

and grabs me. That was one of those moments. There was a purity about that

I will never forget. I cried in my office as

 

he was showing

me the idea, and

I still cry when

I think about it.

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It had taken Microsoft a few years to replicate Macintosh’s graphical

It had taken Microsoft a few years to replicate Macintosh’s graphical user interface,

but by 1990 it had come out with Windows 3.0, which began the company’s march

to dominance in the desktop market. Windows 95, which was released in 1995,

 

became the most successful operating system ever, and Macintosh sales began

to collapse. “Microsoft simply ripped off what other people did,” Jobs later said.

“Apple deserved it. After I left, it didn’t invent anything new. The

 

Mac hardly improved. It was a sitting duck for Microsoft.”

His frustration with Apple was evident when he gave a talk to a Stanford Business

School club at the home of a student, who asked him to sign a Macintosh keyboard.

 

Jobs agreed to do so if he could remove the keys that had been added to the

Mac after he left. He pulled out his car keys and pried off the four arrow cursor keys,

which he had once banned, as well as the top row of F1, F2, F3 . . . function keys.

 

“I’m changing the world one keyboard at a time,” he deadpanned.

Then he signed the mutilated keyboard.

During his 1995 Christmas vacation in Kona Village, Hawaii, Jobs went walking along

 

the beach with his friend Larry Ellison, the irrepressible Oracle chairman. They discussed

making a takeover bid for Apple and restoring Jobs as its head. Ellison said he could

line up $3 billion in financing: “I will buy Apple, you will get 25% of it right away for

 

being CEO, and we can restore it to its past glory.” But Jobs demurred. “I decided

I’m not a hostile-takeover kind of guy,” he explained. “If they had asked

me to come back, it might have been different.”

 

By 1996 Apple’s share of the market had fallen to 4% from a high of 16% in the late

1980s. Michael Spindler, the German-born chief of Apple’s European operations who

had replaced Sculley as CEO in 1993, tried to sell the company to Sun, IBM, and

 

Hewlett-Packard. That failed, and he was ousted in February 1996 and replaced by

Gil Amelio, a research engineer who was CEO of National Semiconductor. During his

first year the company lost $1 billion, and the stock price,

which had been $70 in 1991, fell to

 

$14, even as the tech

bubble was pushing

other stocks into

the stratosphere.

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